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O, freshfrom off the oceanThe salt wind riots throughThe fragrant fern and bay-leavesAnd dripping honey-dew.The morning’s on the moorland,And flashing, far away,I glimpse the foam-white seagullsAnd feathers of the spray.O hasten! let us hasten!The tide sings up the sandThe song my heart has harkenedAcross long leagues of land.So far, far have I journeyed,Such weary ways, O sea!Breathe, breathe me breath of life now,And steep the soul of me!
O, freshfrom off the oceanThe salt wind riots throughThe fragrant fern and bay-leavesAnd dripping honey-dew.The morning’s on the moorland,And flashing, far away,I glimpse the foam-white seagullsAnd feathers of the spray.O hasten! let us hasten!The tide sings up the sandThe song my heart has harkenedAcross long leagues of land.So far, far have I journeyed,Such weary ways, O sea!Breathe, breathe me breath of life now,And steep the soul of me!
O, freshfrom off the oceanThe salt wind riots throughThe fragrant fern and bay-leavesAnd dripping honey-dew.
O, freshfrom off the ocean
The salt wind riots through
The fragrant fern and bay-leaves
And dripping honey-dew.
The morning’s on the moorland,And flashing, far away,I glimpse the foam-white seagullsAnd feathers of the spray.
The morning’s on the moorland,
And flashing, far away,
I glimpse the foam-white seagulls
And feathers of the spray.
O hasten! let us hasten!The tide sings up the sandThe song my heart has harkenedAcross long leagues of land.
O hasten! let us hasten!
The tide sings up the sand
The song my heart has harkened
Across long leagues of land.
So far, far have I journeyed,Such weary ways, O sea!Breathe, breathe me breath of life now,And steep the soul of me!
So far, far have I journeyed,
Such weary ways, O sea!
Breathe, breathe me breath of life now,
And steep the soul of me!